I got instincts like you would not believe, my flight or fight response could burn bridges on the moon-

thick vacuum spacesoup, no match for this fear


nah I’m fucking with you, have a low threshold for trust

I believe in you even if your divinity is serpentine, bed with teeth, caged horizons like you wanna keep me here


don’t do bars though

that song is too difficult to articulate.


rabbit brain
racetrack neurons distractions the
cardboard shield against



canvas, the void
peeled back and

sobriety the loudest silence.
gutless, endless

no cliff, no sky.